Poetry: Lost Star

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Wandering galaxies

Lost star you are

Can’t find a place

To settle your heart.

 

Can’t find a home

To tend each night.

Can’t find a man

To love just right.

Can’t find a child

To become mine.

 

Can’t find, can’t find

Lost star wandering

Galaxies.

 

She is restless

She is probing

For something

Beyond her soul.

For something

Beyond her time.

 

Wandering star,

Don’t wander too long

Don’t wander too far

For even the stars

Have a destined time.

 

Find your place, lone star

Mark the night sky

Before you burn out.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Wil Stewart on Unsplash

Poetry: ..walking in love…

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Why do you run?

Why do you flee back to the shadows

The moment you are basking in warm sunlight?

Why darling girl,

Why do you run so hard

From the good, the beautiful

From the life-light of love?

 

Why?? Don’t you know by now?

It hurts Soul.

It dam hurts to expose myself.

It hurts to open up

To the unknown territory of love.

 

I don’t know if I can do vulnerability.

I don’t know if I can handle this living so honestly.

My fears have been the dictator for far too many years.

Denial has been my saving grace, my hiding place

 

 

Don’t you know Soul,

It hurts to open up.

I’ve had one too many heartbreaks,

That I’m scared to trust.

The possibility of more pain and rejection,

Tells me stay far away.

And that is why my Soul,

That is why I’d rather run.

I don’t want to feel or risk the pain.

Truth is I’d rather live afraid, than face the pain

The possibility of another heartbreak.

 

Take a chance girl.

Be brave. Be strong. Be courageous.

The past doesn’t define today.

Take a chance girl,

Just please, promise me,

You’ll never lock your heart away…

 

It’s okay to fight,

It’s okay to cry.

It’s okay to question,

It’s okay to not understand.

 

Just don’t you run girl,

Don’t you deny,

The very thing your heart craves.

 

Take it slow,

And remember this:

Love doesn’t demand anything.

There is no rush. There is no hurry.

Stop your trembling, and start this journey.

Start this journey of walking

In Love.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Pablo Heimplatz on Unsplash

 

 

Poetry: Finding Home

Tears had been her wasteland.
Time had been her enemy,
Blurring by without notice.

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

She didn’t know it was so close.

The path to home.

Tears had been her wasteland.

Time had been her enemy,

Blurring by without notice.

She had been stuck here for so long,

Hope for more seemed futile.

 

But then without expecting,

She saw the desert ground below anew.

She saw it leading somewhere,

Somewhere beyond her desolate ground.

 

Her heart pounded with hope,

There was more beyond this moment.

There was a path leading beyond today,

One she wasn’t going to bypass.

 

The lady of desert places believed.

She believed even when she did not yet see.

As her feet moved one step

In front of the other,

A new path began emerging.

 

The lady of dark barren places,

Saw the way light up before her.

A path she never knew possible,

Was now in plain view.

 

The lady of lonely and pain

Was finally leaving the wastelands,

Was finally finding her north star,

The lady of the most lonely hearts,

Was suddenly finding her way out.

She was finding her way,

Home.

Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤

*Cover image Photo Credits: Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

Poetry: She Ran.

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

She ran. Running she could do.

Bearing her soul to those

Who couldn’t understand

She couldn’t.

She wouldn’t.

 

She couldn’t stay.

It was too much pain.

She couldn’t stay with those,

Who didn’t get the pain

With those who knew

how to judge,

But not how to hold her,

Close.

 

She ran. Ran hard.

She ran from what she was told

Was love.

How could life be so twisted?

How had black and white

Turned into a world of

Confusing grey.

 

She ran, and now

She was more alone.

She needed a safe place.

Just one shoulder

that was strong enough

To bear the weight

of her world.

 

But no matter where she ran,

She couldn’t find

A safe place

To release her composure

And let her tears flood

the earth.

 

How long could she run

How long would it take

To find some relief

To find misery gone

How long would it be

Before she could just

Be still and breathe.

 

She didn’t know.

It ached her soul.

She didn’t know

How much longer

She could be strong.

 

Dam strength.
Dam perfection.

She couldn’t do either.

And it was hardest

thing to admit.

She did pride,

That she knew.

She did lonely,

That was true.

 

She could run.

But she couldn’t understand

How love can,

If love would

Meet someone in the grey.

She only hoped,

Only hoped as she ran,

Love would somehow

Collide with her.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

 

Cover photo credit: Photo by Francesco Gallarotti on Unsplash